The midsummer night was oppressively hot.
Shen Cheng was also feeling terribly frustrated.
To relieve stress, she went to the city center to buy some trick props.
On her way back, Shen Cheng witnessed this scene.
An elderly woman in her fifties was almost hit by a car, turning pale with fright.
Unexpectedly, the driver didn't get out to check on her but instead rolled down the window and cursed, "You old bag of bones, if you want to die, don't drag me into it! What terrible luck! Ptooey!"
As he spat such nasty words, he didn't forget to spit at the old woman.
Shen Cheng squinted her eyes, taking a good look at the driver's face.
Bulging cheeks, oily skin with uneven features, immediately signaling he wasn't a good person.
Looking closely at the car he drove, it was worth about three hundred thousand...
The old woman sighed repeatedly after being scolded, muttering, "Why are young people so rude these days..."
Hearing that, the fat man with big ears grew even more furious, cursing again, "Why are you, an old hag, so naggy? Just get out of the way, or don't blame me if I hit you later!"
As the words fell, there was a boom and the car zoomed off.
Fortunately, the old woman was standing at the side, or she would have been crippled if not killed.
As the car sped away, a glint appeared in Shen Cheng's eyes.
In the blink of an eye, when the car was about fifty-five meters away, Shen Cheng suddenly rushed forward.
The piercing sound of brakes cut through the night sky, but the car finally came to a halt.
Shen Cheng cried out and fell to the ground.
The same man who was so arrogantly cursing could not remain calm now.
He stared dumbfounded at the scene ahead, cold sweat dripping down his face, and his hands gripping the steering wheel trembled uncontrollably.
Seeing no one getting up from the ground for quite some time, he had no choice but to get out of the car, trembling with fear...
He shouldn't have gotten out—once he did, he was utterly stunned.
Because the scene before him was terrifying...
A woman dressed flamboyantly lay in a pool of blood, blood continuously oozing from the corner of her mouth.
"Are you, are you... okay..."
His voice quivered along with his fat body, shaking so much that even he couldn't hear himself clearly.
Drenched in blood from head to toe, Shen Cheng stared at him with wide-open eyes, painfully raising her hand.
As she said this, she spat out fresh blood with a puff, and the hand she raised into the air suddenly dropped.
Anyone who saw such a scene would think this person was doomed, let alone the fat man who was involved!
He shuddered, turning his gaze away, and hurriedly fumbled for his phone to call for help.
But, due to his severe trembling, his phone fell into the pool of blood below.
He stood there staring blankly, bewildered, at his phone now unrecognizable...
Shen Cheng lay half-alive on the ground, blood still pouring from her mouth, and he couldn't take it anymore.
Panic-stricken, he rushed to the car, grabbed his ID card, driver's license, money, and all valuable things, and threw them in front of Shen Cheng.
"You, you... I'll drive to the hospital to get an ambulance! Wait, it will be quick..."
He stammered through that sentence, hurried back to the car, and turned towards downtown.
Only when the car disappeared from view did Shen Cheng lying in the blood smirk and roll her eyes broadly.